I must say it’s a shame, since he was sacked tackled in Arkansas -which if you didn’t know, loathes the Oklahoma Sooners- that Mayfield wasn’t hog tied, thrown in the back of the cop car and had to say “Woo Pig Sooie” via Snapchat the entire ride to the police station.

Hint, men should never wear spanx or spandex. Oh wait. Men do, at The Combine…

Lets chat a minute about The Combine, since it begins this week. Darling it’s silly, yet we watch.The NFL has taken this to an event-like level. It’s ~300 sweaty athletes, wearing spanx, performing football-like activities in March.

I won’t lie to you, yes I want to watch Adoree Jackson, Dalvin Cook and Jabril Peppers. I’ll also watch each of their performances later over a little thing by the name, internet. Watching things live is not in sync with my lifestyle, where I stare at a smaller screen and not a 50″, all the time.

Now, here is the real femme rant. Brace yourselves. I want to see a player play. Not run the forty, catch passes, or bench 225 lbs until he’s given up on life, in a controlled environment.

No. No. No.

I want action! Imagine with me if the combine featured a 7-on-7 over 7 minute drills and rotated out players. I’d like that. In fact, I’d like that very much. It proves to me how that lineman or a specialty player reacts against various players. Also they would be wearing helmets and pads, unlike that svelte material, keeping this more in-touch with reality.

Ultimately I want to see how players react in real-time. That shows me more, than him jumping 40 feet in the air, or running the 40-yard dash -unless he’s a WR or a Safety-.

Similar drills will also take place during each respective school’s pro day. Also similar drills can be done over practice, which scouts constantly attend during the season.

Don’t try to whisper to me The Combine demonstrates how a prospect handles himself under pressure (silly), or how he reacts to TV-time (again silly). Don’t do it.

Ole Miss is turning into one ole hot mess. Dear hearts, here’s a lesson in life, if you’re going to cheat, it better be: a) well-worth it b) better than what you’ve ever done before c) help you win. Doesn’t appear any of those little points made their way into HC Hugh Freeze & Co’s minds. Welcome to the trouble with college athletics football.

I’ve found it ironic how Ole Miss creeps their way into the Top 25 CFB pre-season rankings, season after season… consistently. Now that can finally stop.

In closing, this lady shed a few tears over the weekend. The Jets released O-lineman Nick Mangold, who not only had a mane of gold, a heart of gold, he also held down and was the whole O-line for the last three seasons. He deserves better, all of us Jets fans should agree.

Welcome dear hearts, to my first post about whiskey. It is Wednesday after all, the day we savor her goodness.

Yesterday I told you about my affair with football. However it’s not the only brown thing I’m obsessed with, whiskey or scotch whisky is a close second.

As I traveled to a little place by the name of London last week, and took in Paris before, I kept running into her.

Very sophisticated and sleek. A simple a lilac label, which is THE colour this season, presented in an elegant bottle. Her name, Nikka from the Barrel. I already have a bottle importing to me as I type this.

She’s that good… and not cheap.

She is everywhere in Paris and London. Once I saw her 3x I knew I had to taste her.

Nikka from the Barrel is dark, deep and rich. I don’t prefer Japanese whiskey, until now. I’ve found Japanese whiskey too clean for my liking. This whiskey has changed my mindset. I real shame it’s not widely available here in the states.

The devil went down to Georgia / He was lookin’ for a soul soul to steal – Charlie Daniels

In my last update, I explained how greed is good for The League in LA, in a city where one team isn’t enough, and a round up of the divisional playoffs.

I promise dear hearts, it wasn’t the unusual rainfall here in La-La land, or my (x) glass of Auchentoshan from the night before on the Sunset Strip, that I felt a little sleepy in the 2nd quarter of the Falcons / Packers Sunday…

I chanted Go Pack Go, hopeful they would make it a game. The devil, or the Packers defense couldn’t quite capture Matty Ice on Sunday in Georgia, at the last game played in the Georgia Dome. Another football relic I won’t see, before the demolishing crew comes in with a wrecking ball…

We didn’t view much stealing from the Packers sideline, besides looks of sadness. There really aren’t juicy details to review what we watched dear hearts. It was clear, the Falcons #roseup and the Pack didn’t. Game over.

The Patty Pat Pats are in the SB again…

New England demonstrated that with, or without their tight end, no problem. Enter their third string WR Chris Hogan. He used to be property of the Bills, and thank the football gods he didn’t play against the Jets. He pulled off the same numbers as Julio Jones (2 TDs for 180 Yards). Yes, the well-known Hot-lanta WR. The Steelers didn’t look organized. Saying the secondary played terrible is being quite kind. Terribly good is not what I meant.

Six carries for 20 yards… Le-Vey-on-it, wasn’t on it. That’s exactly what she said here. No ball security and / or finding the end zone, or at least a first down. Cap it off with Big Ben is threatening to retire.

Try not to giggle as much as I did over the following sentence: Johnny Manziel has announced to the world, he’s ready to grow up, sober up and return to The League.

Yes dear I have fantasies too, but these are quite some dreams Johnny has…

Johnny Football decides now he loves football? Let’s read between Johnny’s good intentions to find the unvarnished truth: a collector or five may be knock-knocking on Johnny’s door, and he needs to earn a paycheck quickly.

He’s been invited to the newly minted NFL Spring League, or the USFL 2.0. The League knows we will likely watch a subtle hot mess. At least it’s football… In the Spring.

In real news, Harbsy is taking his squad to Rome for a week in April. Of course educational experience was mentioned, this is a college football team. Don’t try to read into the details where this was announced just over a week before Not Lying Intentionally (NLI) Day, meaning every recruit in the nation’s ears just perked up, and if they didn’t, mine did.

I know I shouldn’t but I do… want a Harbsy international scandal. Now it’s written, so maybe it will be done. If history likes to repeat, we knowsomething is bound to happen. Although we already have enough with the current Viva America show that just started.

As Harsby said at Big 10 Media days “You should set your dreams so big that everybody laughs at ’em,” he said. “If nobody’s laughing at ’em, you didn’t set your goals high enough.”

With those massive dreams one wants, sometimes that individual has to lose or get rejected to find that success, on or off the field.

In other words, just win gents so you can be noticed, leading to a season of Sexy Rexy, or “my friend just got a bee-sting-it’s-bad-gotta-go byeee”.

Dear heart try this, instead of only focusing on the team the next game you attend. Strike up a convo with the lady or gent sitting next to you. You may be surprised what you learn. Both of you are there for the same purpose, so why not discover why they enjoy The Game so much.

I promise you, like a great first date, time will quickly pass by. You may wish the next sixty minutes would never end. You may leave with a new friend, or at least a feeling that person gave you a new perspective.

Side note, that first pretty little picture above inspired me years ago to start this little thing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.